Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.